When my life’s day draws to a close
I pray that scenes such as this,
Familiar, beloved, timeless,
Will play on the screen of my mind –
The sun setting behind the west pier,
A calm descending on the cove,
The last bathers reluctantly leaving the water,
People lingering in the warm evening air,
Their voices carrying softly across the stillness.
A lone heron flying low on languid wing,
Lights coming on along the seafront,
The sky gradually darkening,
Another summer’s day ending
On Sandycove beach.